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FALL 2012 // VOLUME 2 // ISSUE 2











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3 LEFTOVERS FOR THE COLLEGE GUY Don’t know what to do with the scraps in your refrigerator? We’ve got you covered. Make these three simple recipes that work well for all hours of your day.

LIKE A GREEK 11EAT Find out the food secrets behind these iconic body‑types.

THE BAR 12 RAISING His liquor store is a Campustown staple, but AJ’s made his way to Lincoln Way.



FOR THE 18 FITNESS 24 STATESMEN AVERAGE SIR Together, they make From one college guy to another, check out these tips on staying fit at Iowa State.

music. Sir gets an inside look at the bond that is the Iowa State men’s choir.

CHRIS FORD BOW TIE 26 Q&A: 19 DIY Sir talks music, Make this style setter all on your own. You’ll save money, and your closet will thank you.

roots and Iowa State with the man behind Christopher the Conquered.







still “clip‑on” on a good Saturday night, showing you another easy way to upgrade your wardrobe, no matter who you are. The fall semester and November are wrapping up, which means a few things. Personally, I was able to vote in a presidential election for the first time, which is an indescribable feeling (don’t worry, we won’t be bothering you about any sort of election in these pages). November is also a special month for many guys, especially the ones who have the ability to grow a beautiful beard for No Shave November, a month‑long celebration of men being men. But November is also a month familiar with another popular facial hair celebration: Movember, where some men grow mustaches to raise funds and awareness for men’s health issues, such as prostate and testicular

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The question behind what it means to be a man living in a “Cyclone State” really isn’t anything too new. But we at Sir still try to figure it out in our print publication and on our digital side the best we can, always having a good time putting it together. (Mostly because of our talented and dedicated staff—thank you, guys!) Inside of our second issue you’ll find that Cory Weaver caught up with former Iowa State basketball player Jake Sullivan to talk about Sullivan’s time as a Cyclone and after (page 36), and Dean Berhow‑Goll wrote an exciting column on why Iowa should be considered a “Cyclone State” (page 42). We finally get to know AJ of AJ’s Liquor and Market better as he opens up a new bar on Lincoln Way (page 12). Our cover story is a shame-free twist on the “clip‑on bow tie” some of us maybe wore as kids and might


cancer (check it out at:, and join the “Sir Magazine” team!). You may have seen guys walking around campus and wondered why they were sporting the dad ‘stache from the 90s, and it’s been refreshing for us at Sir to realize that we have a rare opportunity to truly help a fellow man out simply by growing, or trying to grow, a mustache (even the women on our staff tried), and talking about men’s health, especially when you have a personal connection to the cause. For me, when the first day of December comes and goes, my mustache will stay with

me. Maybe not for the entire month, but for a while. And for thirty cold days in the Month of the Turkey and even further, it’s not just about how gross your beard might be or a competition with your buddies to see if you have leftovers in it for a week (recipes on page 8, thanks to Caitlyn Diimig), but we’re able to make some sort of small, weird, hairy difference for guys who are in a situation that any one of us could encounter. Whether you raise money or raise a ‘stache, it’s important. And with that, a small part of what it means to be a man starts to make some sense for me, and maybe even for you. Cheers, JOHN LONSDALE

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36 CONTENTS SPORTS WAY 30 NATURE’S Her bow and arrow skills rival Katniss from that movie your girlfriend made you watch. Escape into the woods with a college girl with a hunting passion.

CONTROL 36 BALL When a former

Cyclone basketball player’s life plan was detoured, he learned to trust his faith to regain control.

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STATE 42 CYCLONE With the football season the Cyclones just had, Dean Berhow-Goll argues Iowa should now be the “Cyclone State.”


APOCALYPSE 46 OUR SIRVIVAL GUIDE Those Mayans with their calendars kinda freaked us out. Check out our man’s guide to survival in the event of the world’s possible demise.


GSB PRESIDENT Jared Knight covers the important issues, such as education and freeing freshmen from their maps and lanyards. 7





That leftover pizza in your fridge–there’s nothing quite like chowing down on a piece as you walk out the door (possibly hungover) for your dreaded 8 a.m. class. Although leftovers are always a happy surprise, how many days can you really go eating the same meal over and over? Here are three easy ways to take your favorite meals and transform them into more than just boring standbys.

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AJ of AJ’s Liquor and Market has embarked on a new business venture. Old customers or new, he’s hoping AJ’s Ultra Lounge will have something for everyone.

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It was October, and Mark Nelson was making a beer run. The senior in agricultural studies walked out of his house, across the street and into AJ’s Liquor, just as he had done numerous times since turning 21. As he opened the door, he heard the familiar ringing of the bells above his head before the door swung shut. “Hey, dude,” said storeowner Ajit Singh, also known by his Americanized name, “Ben,” or his nickname, “AJ.” “Hey, Ben,” Nelson replied. While Nelson browsed the beer aisle, AJ’s 3‑year‑ old daughter Natalia ran around the store. AJ instructed her to run down to her mother at the grocery store while he rang up Nelson’s purchase. “She’s really cute, Ben,” Nelson

said. “You should be proud!” AJ responded, “I am proud. That’s why I work as many hours as I do, so that my kids can have a good life and go to school.” There are times when living right across the street from AJ’s Liquor Store is “too convenient,” says Nelson lightheartedly. He and his roommates, Zach Bartlett, senior in biological systems engineering, and Casey Rankin, senior in agricultural business, are three of AJ’s most loyal customers. In fact, they were in Ames a week before school started, in and out of the store every day. After classes started, Nelson was busy with schoolwork and hadn’t been in for about four days. The next time he came in, the cashier joked, “I was beginning to worry about

you. I checked the Story County roster to see where you’d been!” The three seniors have developed a close relationship with not only AJ but his family and his employees. So when AJ told them he was opening a bar in Campustown, he had their immediate support. “He told us before he even bought the building that this was in the works, and we were all excited,” Nelson said. “We were there right as the doors opened on opening night.” Located at 2518 Lincoln Way, AJ’s Ultra Lounge is the same space that once occupied bars like Capone’s, Club Blow and Five 1 Fifth. When Five 1 Fifth closed and the building became empty once again, AJ and his wife and business 13


partner, Andrea, decided to add a new venture to their preexisting businesses, AJ’s Liquor 1 in West Ames and AJ’s Market and AJ’s Liquor 2 in Campustown. “My customers asked me for two and a half years to open a bar in Campustown. Then the opportunity came, so I did,” AJ says. AJ is the first to admit that he doesn’t have much experience with running a bar. He has never been to a bar in Campustown except his own, but AJ has a lot of experience in business. A native of Punjab, India, AJ came to America in 1996 to help his family with a restaurant business in Iowa City. He worked in Iowa City until 2007, when he moved to Ames to help with India Palace. In 2008,

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he opened AJ’s Market, then AJ’s Liquor 1, in 2010, and AJ’s Liquor 2, in 2011. Through these businesses,


he and his wife have built a solid customer base that has carried over from the liquor stores and market to the bar. “AJ’s Liquor is the only place we go,” Nelson said. “We don’t buy from anyone else in Ames. We like the

personal aspect, and it’s the same with the bar.” This “personal aspect” is what AJ hopes will separate his bar from his neighbors on Lincoln Way and Welch Avenue. He wants his bar’s atmosphere to be versatile enough for customers to bring family members, a date or just grab a drink with friends, and he’s utilizing the floor plan to achieve that versatility. While the main room of the bar features a dance floor with music, the back room has no music so that couples or family members can escape to relax and chat. Both rooms are equipped with a bar, and there are areas in both rooms for hanging out. Because of the cowboy silhouette above the bar and the western décor,

some of AJ’s customers have nicknamed the back room the “Redneck Room.” This choice of theme wasn’t an accident; AJ wanted to be sure that his bar would appeal to all types of people. “It’s not a cliquey bar,” Nelson says. “There are certain bars that you see the same people there over and over again, whereas this one, there’s a wide range of people. Some nights there will be a bunch of cowboy boots, and other nights there will be a bunch of city-type people. There, everybody can go and get along.” AJ says he hopes to have concerts once a month in the future, and he’s particularly interested in featuring bands from different countries. “I’m not from around here, so people know right away that this bar is for everybody. It’s universal.” “I just want to let the people know I’m here. I’m here for them, and we’re open to listen to anybody that comes through our door. I’ll take recommendations, anything they want me to do, I’ll try to do my best. We respect whoever comes.” Right now, balancing his family life with his work life is difficult for AJ. In his experience of opening businesses, he says it takes about a month and a half to get everything sorted. Before that point, he spends a vast majority of his time working and very little time at home, often putting in 19-hour days.

Photograph by KAIT MCKINNEY From left, Mark Nelson (21), Zach Bartlett (22), Ryan Ruzicka (21), Ethan Schuver (22), Randy Schroeder (22), at AJ’s Ultra Lounge on Nov. 15. The group says they often start out Mug Nights there.

It helps that Andrea is his business partner. She takes care of 90 percent of the business at AJ’s Liquor 1, and she works mornings at the grocery store. He has three children, Christian, 12, Bryan, 10, and Natalia, 3, and they can sometimes be seen hanging out at the market. AJ’s family, employees and customers are his top priorities. To him, it’s the relationships that really matter, and he’s constantly working to build on them, frequently hollering friendly nicknames for customers as they walk in the door. “Hi dear, how are you?” “How’s it going, bro?” “In five years, to get this far, I’m blessed, and it’s all from the customers,” AJ says. “They are the ones who give me the success, so that’s going to be the same thing here. Maybe once in a while it might be slow, but I’m thinking it’s

going to be good.” Now, Nelson remembers how when he grabbed a case of Busch Light at AJ’s Liquor back in October, he wasn’t expecting to have such a touching conversation with the owner, now a friend. Nelson grabbed his receipt, said goodbye and opened the door to leave, almost with tears in his eyes. He thought about what AJ had said, about how all his hard work was so that his kids could have a good life, and it really put things into perspective. “It’s not about him. It’s about his kids and their future. He truly cares about them and his customers,” Nelson said. “I believe 100 percent that the only reason he runs this bar and that store is so that his kids can go to college and be successful and live the American dream.”






SO YOU CAME BACK TO SIR FOR FITNESS ADVICE? GOOD CHOICE. Or maybe you were just flipping through our new issue and this is the page you stopped on, and now you’re here reading this sentence, so you might as well stay. A few of you were also probably wondering if those workout tips from our last issue actually work. To show that you, too, can get the perfect body by following our amateur advice, we recreated our simple five-step program for our loyal readers below. (No guarantees, guys.)


INVISIBLE CHAIR Don’t have a Gameboy Color? No problem— you have Sir to read. And, trust us, by the time you finish the whole thing your core will be good to go.


As shown in the “Invisible Chair” exercise, you can substitute just about anything for these specific workout tips. Luckily, we had an old issue lying around. Burning never felt so good with something so good in your hands.

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CAT-UPS [Disclaimer] No cats were harmed in the making of this photo. Our staffer, however, felt the claws of wrath of our cat model, Megan. If you can do a push-up, you can (probably not) do a cat-up. We’ll be honest with you and say you should try to avoid this one. If you’re feeling up to it, ask a friend to put some random heavy things on your back, like a textbook. (But make sure it’s not rented, because you don’t want to damage it … for when you try to sell it back, not for studying.) Talk with your “lifting” buddies and figure out what your level of heaviness is before trying anything risky. For example, the fatter the cat – such as Megan – the stronger you’ll have to be. All that science and math make sense, right?


THE RUN-IN-PLACE This never fails. Broken foot? Do it. Concussion? Maybe don’t do anything. Hungover? Use your best judgment. But honestly, warn the roommates, turn up the tunes and go for it. After you do it for a minute, ring out the sweatband, and bump your speed up to “pass‑out” mode and go hard for two minutes (but don’t actually pass out). Choose your song wisely; some intros just don’t cut it in the first minute. If Tom were listening to anything, it’d be … probably something good.


SIDE PLANKS Though one may never be able to watch a sweet ride on the television when doing these, there’s a good chance you’ll start seeing something form on the TV if you do it long enough. And that’s all we ask. (But be careful and stop if you really are that concerned.) 17




WHAT CAN A GUY DO TO STAY FIT IN COLLEGE IF HE HASN’T BEEN TO THE GYM LATELY? HERE ARE THREE STARTER STEPS FROM ONE COLLEGE GUY TO ANOTHER, PLUS INSIGHT FROM GUYS WHO ARE UNFORTUNATELY MUCH STRONGER THAN US. SURE IT’S NOT PROFESSIONAL ADVICE, BUT IT’S A GOOD START. The college lifestyle can take a toll on the average student’s physique. Whether it’s late night Jeff ’s Pizza runs, game day tailgates or final exam cram sessions, it’s not uncommon for a guy to find himself not at his fittest. The good news is that whether you’re a freshman or graduating in May, you can change your not-so-healthy habits. With athletic facilities and plenty of resources on campus, it’s easier now than you might think to feel better and sculpt that body you’ve always wanted. Or at least come pretty damn close.


Evaluate your Lifestyle Habits: Do you find yourself spending hours on your Xbox or mindlessly surfing the web? Are you only averaging five hours of sleep per night? Before starting a workout plan, it’s crucial to evaluate your everyday habits to see where improvements can be made. “If you make [exercising] one of the top priorities of your day, there is no excuse to not have time for it,” says Brandon Jones, former ISU wrestler and junior in finance.


Plan your Routine: Having an exercise plan (pre-gym) also means designating a time and place to exercise. “By having a plan of attack for each workout, you will be more efficient and waste less time in the gym, meaning it’s less timeconsuming and easier to fit into a busy college lifestyle,” says Sir’s Jeff Czaplewski, an ISU hockey goalie and sophomore in advertising. 18

If you’re just starting out lifting, it might be best to stick with the weight machines, working your way up with reps and only using a few strength machines per routine; if you can handle 15–20 reps at a given weight, you’re probably at an appropriate level.


Try Something New: You’re only at college for four years (or five, or six), and our University has numerous opportunities to try something new and exciting; we have rock walls, racquet and volleyball courts, a variety of fitness classes and outdoor recreation trips for students to take advantage of on a regular basis. “To rock climb, you must focus on balance, body position, visualize the route you are climbing and mentally prepare,” says Chris Lightfoot, trip leader for ISU Outdoor Recreation and sophomore in advertising. “It is a great workout and is something you can work on and grow as a climber through technique and skill. It really helps clear your mind after a long day of classes and stress and is easily done because we have two great climbing walls here at ISU.” Kevin McKeon, Marine and junior in sociology, says he stays fit through Crossfit. “If you’ve got the guts to get outside your comfort zone, there’s a [Crossfit] workout for just about anyone,” McKeon says. “The workouts can be quick and fit easily into a tight schedule. That is, so long as you can handle some pain!” *SIR’S FITNESS ADVICE IS NOT EXPERT ADVICE AND SHOULD NOT BE USED AS SUCH. READ MORE TIPS AT WWW.SIRMAG.TUMBLR.COM.







ere at Sir, we know you want to look good on– and off–campus. And that means wearing clothes that are comfortable, affordable and that make you look your best, always. Don’t DIY? This simple sartorial step-by-step will give you that sometimeswardrobe staple that’s easy to wear and will make you stand out in the best way. Sure, we obviously approve of the bow tie making a comeback in menswear (our style friends told us so). But if you’re part of the 47 percent and can’t 19


purchase a new one (that was a joke there), don’t know how to sew, or don’t want to, ever — we have a solution for you. How about crafting like a man and creating this no-sew bow tie with your bare hands? Not only is it a fraction of the cost, only minimal experience is needed. Plus, gift this for the upcoming holidays for your friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, dad, mom, cat, dog, cat/dog or fish. Or, just make it to stare at and take some cool pictures for your Instagram friends. (Hey, a single guy’s gotta start somewhere!)


What You’ll Need

10x2 ¾ inches of interfacing (for shape) (Find it at a fabric store.) 11x4 ¾ inches of material

4x1-inch strip of same material

Bow tie clip (Get these on Etsy. com, a crafting store or from an old bow tie) Glue Stick (or fabric glue) Rubber band Iron

Scissors Marker Ruler

Flip your material to the back side and cut/measure out the needed pieces.

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Center your interfacing onto the 11x4 ¾-strip of material and fold hot dog-style. (It sounds dumb, but it’s easier to understand, isn’t it!) Fold the left and right edges of the fabric in over the interfacing by a ½-inch and iron. Fold down the top and bottom flaps of fabric so that both flaps meet in the folded middle of the interfacing and iron the flaps down.


Fold the now 10x2 ¾-inch rectangle in half hamburger-style and iron it down. Make sure the center crease isn’t showing on the outside.



4 Pinch the middle of your folded piece to create the bow tie shape.

5 To keep the shape, tighten a rubber band around the middle.



Take the bow tie clip and slip it in underneath the rubber band. Make sure the rubber band is snug enough to keep the clip in place.

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Take the skinny piece of material and iron the edges, length-wise. Glue the top and bottom edges of the material and wrap it around the bow tie clip. Make sure the glued end hits the back of the bow tie for a cleaner look.








150 members, and very few are actually music majors–there are generally only five or six in the entire choir. For most of the guys, it’s their sole musical outlet and their one place to escape from the overload of college. “There’s a mentality in Statesmen,” says senior in music Jonathan Brugioni. “We take a lot of pride in the fact that we’re not all music majors. We come together and sing beautiful stuff, from all corners of campus.” Brugioni was in Statesmen for seven semesters, and his participation gave him an experience he could not have gotten anywhere else. Calling it “fraternal,” Brugioni explained that he had never been part of a group where the bond was so strong. His favorite memory of his time in Statesmen? Performing with men’s choirs from all over the Midwest at Bethel University. Combined, the choirs had over 1,000 men, and the beauty of their music was overpowering. “The Statesmen Choir is such a high caliber choir,” Brugioni

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hey are 132‑strong, tuxedo-clad for their concert, and swaying in unison. Some of them sing deep, cavernous notes, booming each word with thunderous enthusiasm. And others sing higher, enriching the song with sweet, sweet harmonies. Together, they might even make men weep. They are the Statesmen, the men’s chorus at Iowa State. Dr. James Rodde started the choir when he came to Iowa State in 2000 to give young men on campus a chance to be a part of something all their own. Even today, the choir is just for guys; any male songbird is free to join, regardless of age or major. All they have to do is audition. Sam Sparland was in choir throughout high school, and he knew college choir was something he wanted to do. His major? Chemical engineering. But “it doesn’t matter what major you’re in,” Sparland says. “It’s just a chance to forget about math and science for a while – and just sing.” The choir usually has between 130 and

“IN CHOIR, I’M ALWAYS REMINDED THAT MUSIC CAN BE REALLY FUN–AND NOT TO TAKE MYSELF TOO SERIOUSLY.” -Quinn Tipping says. “We sang exceptionally well that day … we take pride in being a top ensemble in the Midwest–even in the nation.” Part of this is because of Dr. Rodde, who has a knack for helping the larger-thanaverage men’s choir understand exactly what he wants, making them stronger singers. “He’s got a way of motivating and inspiring people from all walks of life,” says Quinn Tipping, a senior in music education. “In choir, I’m always reminded that music can be really fun–and not to take myself too seriously.” Dr. Rodde also makes sure to assign a variety of music, so there is something for every audience member as well as every singer. The men in Statesmen sing everything from Renaissance and Baroque pieces to barbershop-style music and traditional ethnic songs. But they have fun with the music, no matter how difficult it is. “Coming in, I was really amazed at how quickly we pick up stuff,” Sparland says. “We usually work on around six or seven songs every class period.” And for the members, it’s not the concerts or trips that are the most fun–it’s the rehearsal time, the inside jokes, the coordinated dance moves and the freedom to let loose and sing with others who are just as passionate. And it seems that the more fun Dr. Rodde is having up at the podium, the more fun the choir has. Rodde often suggests that they think of dance moves, encouraging them to come up with whatever dancing they want to do during the song, and although he comes off as fairly serious, he makes jokes that take choir members by surprise. “Rodde just says these little one-liners all the time, and we all just chuckle together.” Brugioni says with a laugh. “It’s that fraternal bond, just a bunch of guys crackin’ jokes and making music.” “Choir has always been my favorite part of the day,” Tipping says. “I just love to do it.

It doesn’t feel like work to me, and I would always jump at the opportunity to spend 50 more minutes in the choir room.” This is Tipping’s fourth semester in Statesmen, but he says that this year’s group is better than any he’s ever been a part of; never has he been in a choir that is so focused on making quality music but also so eager to have fun. “Statesmen just keeps getting better,” he says. Tipping plans on student teaching in the spring, which means this will be his last semester in Statesmen. Earlier in the semester, while the group was sight-reading a new piece of music, this realization finally hit him. “It wasn’t a perfect run-through or anything,” Tipping says, laughing. “But there was just some energy in the room that really affected me. I just realized this was the last time I’d ever be rehearsing with Statesmen. It was one of the most emotional rehearsals ever.” During the singers’ time in Statesmen, all Dr. Rodde wants is for them to feel emotional and intellectual fulfillment from their music. He often points out when a member’s voice sounds more mature than it did at the beginning and really enjoys observing the changes singers make over the course of a semester. “If I can offer them an outlet and they can be a part of something they could not achieve on their own, then I feel fortunate to be a part of that process,” Rodde says. Statesmen can be found rehearsing in the afternoons, three days a week. And when the clock strikes 2 p.m., the choir is dismissed. But sometimes, the members can still be heard singing the Iowa State fight song at the top of their lungs, down the halls and out the doors–a song of “fraternal bond, just a bunch of guys crackin’ jokes and making music.” 25



Tell me about the first time you were exposed to music.

Poison Control Center has been one of your main influences. When was the first time you saw them?

It was almost the first real show I played as the drummer of the band Stuck With Arthur. We opened for 26

What do you remember specifically about that show?

I remember they were wearing all green jump suits. Those were their outfits

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All my musical stuff when I was younger came from my father. He played guitar and everything a ton growing up. And he kind of came back to it because he learned it before I was born then he didn’t really play. And probably when I was around junior high school age or something like that, he started learning again. Then he would start playing all the time like playing jazz guitar. I don’t really have a specific memory, but he was always playing. A lot of jazz guitar stuff and James Taylor, Jim Croce and all that kind of stuff which I never liked that much. He definitely kicked off my interest in music.

a show called “Cornstock” at Johnston High School. It was a really hot day. And we played on the back of this trailer, flatbed truck thing. It was a really wonky setup. And we were opening for a band called the Poison Control Center. I was just so naïve, and I was envisioning a hardcore band or a really aggressive band because their name had “poison” in it. I had seen only a few bands at the time and had been to almost no shows. And there were these people there who were like, ‘Have you heard of Poison Control Center? They’re really good! They’re like the Beatles meets …’ I can’t remember what somebody said. So I had no idea what it was going to be. And then I had my whole world opened up to how awesome a band could be [laughs]. I was 17 years old.


back in the day. They were just wild and they had a trumpet and I had never seen individualistic expression like that before. In the later years, you went to college. Was Iowa State your first choice?

I wanted to be able to be close to Des Moines and play music. And my brother went

here and all that. So I didn’t really care that much. I was just going to college because that’s what you do. My first two years at Iowa State, I was living in the dorms but I probably spent two to three weekends in total of those two years in Ames. I went to Des Moines every weekend and played shows.

So you were playing music on the side, and at Iowa State you majored in electrical engineering. Why engineering? Why not music? Uh … my dad [laughs]. I was really anti-typical music stuff anyway. I was all about Rock and Roll. You can’t go to school to learn Rock



“I WAS ALL ABOUT ROCK AND ROLL. YOU CAN’T GO TO SCHOOL TO LEARN ROCK AND ROLL.” and Roll. You can’t go to school to learn art. I know better now [that] I have a deeper appreciation for the talent that good composition requires. But, yeah I didn’t want to go into a music program anyway. And at the time I was getting into studio recording, like being a recording engineer. And my dad was like, ‘Well, why don’t you do something like electrical engineering? Because you’ll get to learn some background behind that,’ which is true. ‘And then also have a backup for a real job [laughs].’ I didn’t know, I didn’t really care. When did Christopher the Conquered first start? I struggled with always


feeling like shit all the time when I was at Iowa State because I was always going away for the weekend. And I really had almost no friends and didn’t really go anywhere around town and didn’t really do anything at all when I was in town. I was kind of a loner. And eventually I got this little keyboard one weekend and then just started writing songs on it as a therapeutic kind of thing. That would have been– 2005, I think. And it wasn’t until the end of 2008 I that even met Nate [Logsdon]. I was playing solo shows for two years. How did you meet Nate Logsdon?

Christopher the Conquered was booked to

play a show in September of 2008 at the Ames Progressive office, which is now The Space. And that’s how I met him because he was running that place. Over the course of the next year, I played tons of shows at the office there. And that’s how I became friends with all those people and started to really get involved with the Ames scene. How did your first album, I Guess That’s What We’re Dying For come to be?

The first one I made at home with some friends from Stuck With Arthur. And mostly I recorded everything on my own drums, trumpet, accordion and all kinds of instruments. It was really eclectic in that


sense; I was listening to a lot of Bright Eyes at the time. I just kind of made it for the hell of it. Then I went on tour with PCC and gave Patrick (Fleming) a copy. He fell in love with it and offered to do my next record. In an interview I did with Patrick, he said your second record, You’re Gonna Glow in the Dark, is one of the greatest records to come out of Iowa. How do you feel about that? Patrick has always been such a meaningful supporter. I really believe had he not supported me in a really crucial time in my development that I wouldn’t be making my own songs

right now. It means a lot, going back to how inspiring his band is to me. It means a lot.

Let’s talk about your newest record, Fate Of A Good Man. The songwriting is similar but musically is different. Who were your influences on this record? Ray Charles, Harry Nilsson. I was listening to … Laverne Baker’s old stuff; popular in the 50s; soul singer. I love gospel music. I don’t really know where “The Truth Is On Its Way” came from. I had just written so many songs that were just … Ford sits down and plays a four-chord song.

“… simpler kind of things. So I was just trying to make new sounds that I hadn’t made before. I like the idea of having an experimental song–it’s kind of a conceptual track.

You’ve been writing simpler songs lately. Why is that? Does it give you more vocal freedom? Yes, the newer songs are simpler, but I think they are stronger because I have a better sense of melody and meaning. I’m just trying to cut out bullshit. Go to to read the rest of Ford’s Q&A with Sir. 29




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Immerse yourself in the timber with this hunter and read about what some consider to be a sacred sport.


he moon has set and the only light bow in a horizontal position. I pop the knock breaking through the forest is the glow into the knocking point on my string. I strap of the infinite stars above you. Your only on my release, a device that connects to the indication of whether you are on track is string of my bow to offer a smoother release the difference in the forest floor and the and more accurate shot. I check my pocket memorized map of the land that resides in for my buck call and my right hip for my your mind. As you step down, your oversized knife. Everything is in order, so I lower my boot meets with a hard surface that doesn’t head to the back of the tree and gaze up into give way to your body: you’re on the trail. the sky at the stars, a sight many people will You take a few more steps with the same never see in this magnitude in their lifetime. result–hard, unmoved ground. Your next step As I rest quietly against the tree, my mind feels different. You sense something solid wanders to the many confrontations I’ve but your foot continues down farther than had with friends and acquaintances who just it should: you’re off the trail. What you’re don’t understand hunting. I wish then that feeling is a mixture of long grass, weeds and they could be here with me now seeing the decomposing leaves piling up spectacular blanket of stars “THE SKY IS like compost over the years. above me. Correcting your direction, The sky is beginning to BEGINNING TO you make your way back lighten and life is awakening LIGHTEN AND LIFE IS onto the pressed path. in the forest. It is still much AWAKENING IN THE Your mind knows exactly too dark to see anything FOREST. IT IS STILL how long it takes to get to around me, but my ears MUCH TOO DARK the tree stand. When you substitute what my eyes have gone far enough and can’t see, painting a picture TO SEE ANYTHING taken the correct turns in in my head. Leaves crunch AROUND ME.” the trail, an alarm goes off in all around me as raccoons, your mind warning you that your destination opossums and other nocturnal creatures move is near. You begin to squint your eyes, looking through the foliage. The first time I sat in for the solid figure until it materializes right the stand, these sounds seemed to be getting in front of you. Climbing the ladder slowly, closer, frightening me to the point that I had reaching blindly for each rung, you finally to pull out my knife and clutch it strongly in make it to the top and position yourself onto my hand. It’s something every new hunter the hard wooden plank. experiences and must learn to come to The trek to the stand is only the terms with. beginning of your struggles with darkness. It The scenery gets lighter with every is an experience on its own that makes you passing minute. There is a point just before really focus on sensations in your body you dawn when the forest is light enough to see wouldn’t normally draw on–an experience shapes moving around me. The large ones that has become a Saturday and Sunday are more than likely a deer, and hopefully morning routine for me. not a cougar, but I can’t tell if it’s a doe or a Once in the stand I begin to set buck, which leaves me curious as to whether everything up and check all my equipment. the monster buck our neighbors sighted has I place my bow in the two-pronged holder wandered into the territory. and pull out the fourth arrow from the left Then over the top of the mass of orange, in my quiver, a ritual that is the result of a yellow and red of the trees, the sun begins to superstitious hunter. I fumble in the darkness poke its head into the brisk morning air. The to find the knock and the hen feather–the sun evokes the many sounds of the forest, and different colored feather that must be I begin to listen intently to a symphony of pointing straight up when you knock your creatures. The birds are chirping delightfully 31

SPORTS and flying around to stretch their wings in the warmth of the morning sun. Squirrels are scuffling around trees and chattering endlessly. The whoosh of the air under the turkeys’ wings is coupled with a clucking noise as they leave their nests high in the trees to search for breakfast. Every time I experience these things I wish even more that my critics could experience the forest as I do. “You hunt?” they will exclaim in disgust. “How could you ever kill a poor animal?” “That’s cruel.” “You’re a killer.” These are all comments I’ve gotten used to over the years. People who don’t hunt don’t understand; they 32

see it as black and white when unbeknownst to them there are so many shades of gray. Now that I am in college the issue has gotten worse. Where I grew up, hunting was nothing out of the ordinary, but at Iowa State University there are so many people from different cultures. I am not alone in receiving criticism, though. Cole Tanner, a senior in journalism and mass communication, has so many of these experiences he can hardly keep track of them all. He was telling me that one day in his broadcasting class he mentioned in conversation that he couldn’t wait to get out of class to go sit in the stand. This caught the attention of a few girls

in his class. Much like my experiences, they began ridiculing him and telling him that it was terrible of him to shoot “such a cute and cuddly black bear.” To Cole, these people are narrow-minded; he attempts to give them a lesson in wildlife management and the marvels of nature, but usually they refuse to listen, focusing solely on the kill. What people don’t understand about most hunters is that they do it for the love of nature and the experience it brings them. Of course, there are many hunters who are just in it for the thrills and adrenaline rush, but many hunters who share my perception will tell you those aren’t true hunters. True hunters internalize their experiences in nature and get to know and respect the world around them. For me, it is, in a sense, therapy. It’s a way for me to escape the stress of college and work and forget about the problems in the world. It’s my way to immerse myself into something so different than my everyday life that I begin to heal. I have to admit that I haven’t always been this “true hunter” that I speak of. The first time I went out was a failure. I brought my cell phone and a book I was reading for an English course. I flipped through each page, ignoring the life around me and worrying only about the assigned pages I had to finish by

Monday. I pulled out my phone to check text messages and e-mails from work. I wrote myself reminders for my story that was due to my boss by Tuesday. I checked over my calendar making a mental note of the handful of projects I had to finish this week and then looked it over once again. I didn’t see a single deer that day, but I’m sure they were there watching as my phone glowed brightly on my face. Back at the cabin I listened to a conversation with my dad and boyfriend about all the things they had seen that day in their sections of the woods. Guilt overcame me in an instant. I began asking myself how I

trespasser, but then all of a sudden you become a part of what’s going on.” Cole’s words hit right on the target. Each time I sit in the stand I experience something new that amazes me. I’ll watch as a small button buck runs through the trees kicking and bouncing through the leaves. He’ll play like that for hours, making sure to annoy all those around him and then run elatedly out into the field as his mother approaches. Off in the distance I’ve seen two bucks fight for their territory, clashing their racks together in an unending display of dominance. I have a chipmunk near one of my stands that likes to jump

“YOU COME INTO NATURE AND YOU FEEL LIKE A TRESPASSER, BUT THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU BECOME A PART OF WHAT’S GOING ON.” could have been so absorbed and how I could completely ignore the purpose of me dragging my butt out of bed at 5 a.m. I made an oath to myself from that point on that I would leave school, work and the outside world behind. After that the only belongings important to me were my call, knife, bow and arrows. It’s amazing the things that I saw once I finally opened my eyes and paid attention. Cole once said to me after describing the sight of a doe and her two fawns in the early morning, “You come into nature and you feel like a

over logs and into holes in the ground. He makes much more noise than one would think a creature of his size could make. In fact, the chipmunk and the squirrels leap through the forest making quite a racket while the deer carefully plan each step, making only the slightest noise. Then as the morning grows late and the sun rises higher into the sky, the deer will scope out safe locations to bed for the day. When I look around me and see a handful of deer lying in the foliage no more than 10 yards from me, I begin to feel like nature has 33


ALL IS CALM finally accepted me. It is these times when nature envelopes you that you experience unforgettable moments. It was a cold Sunday morning; the sun had risen just before seven. Like most mornings, the forest was bustling, paying no attention to me at all. My hands were tucked underneath my arms, my toes ached and my body was tight from the crisp morning air. It was all I could do to keep from shivering. I 34

tucked my head into the cavity of my Scentlok suit looking like the headless horseman. Crunch. I quickly poked my head out to investigate. Southeast of me down the trail I spotted something: it was the buck I had passed up just a week ago. I quickly deliberated in my head finally deciding that this must be a sign. He continued walking toward me as I

“I BEGAN TO RECITE IN MY HEAD ALL THAT MY DAD HAD TAUGHT ME OVER THE YEARS.” slowly rose to my feet. He stopped. I froze into a statue as he sniffed the air. I was sure he caught my scent, but he continued on his path and turned right in front of me. I took my time reaching for my bow, gaining distance little by little. I clipped my release onto the bowstring and raised my bow as I slowly pulled back into a full draw. By this time my heart was racing and I could hardly breathe. He was quartered away from me, changing the logistics of the shot. I began to recite in my head all that my dad had taught me over the years: Put my fingers to my anchor point. Close one eye. Position the white dot on the bottom of my sights. Aim at the vitals. Wait for him to stop. SHOOT. My arrow cut through the air in an instant, hitting the buck a little further back than I had anticipated. He jumped and turned back to the southeast bounding, into a full sprint toward the ridge. I watched him run off, thinking to myself the shot should hit some of the vital organs, but I was still unsure. I heard a crash of sticks, leaves and pure power just over the ridge and then silence. I sat back down as every bit of my body was shaking uncontrollably from the excitement of the prospect of my first deer. After I sat for 20 minutes, long enough for him to bed down and drift away, I climbed down my stand so quickly that I almost slipped off the ladder. My heavy boots pounded against the ground as I ran back to the cabin to get my dad. He would want to be there for this. We went out as a family, my dad, my mom, my boyfriend and I, to go pick up a blood trail and track my deer down. I had wished only that my sister could have been there, too. Despite missing one of the crew, we trudged back into the forest. The blood trail was easy to follow. There was so much blood we could practically run

alongside it and keep track of the direction of my wounded buck. Behind me I could hear my dad whispering to my mom and boyfriend. He had found it. I turned to my left and on the top of the hill I could see the sun’s rays shimmering off the white belly of my deer. I got him. I was so excited I practically skipped up to my deer. My dad followed closely behind. He took no longer than a few seconds to look it over before he raised his hand for a highfive and congratulated me. He scooped me up into his strong arms and embraced me in a long hug, chattering about how proud he was of me. My mom and boyfriend stood silently until our poignant father-daughter moment had passed. That was not the end of my season. After dragging the deer out of the woods, gutting it and skinning it with the help of my father, I returned to the forest that evening. Although my tag was filled, my soul was not. I wanted more. I needed more. So, I sat in my stand looking more closely at nature that night. That night I felt even more a part of it. I had contributed to the ways of nature. Life and death were everyday occurrences in the forest, and as I harvested my first deer I become a part of that. The wind pushed at me and I began to sway like a tree high above the forest floor. I closed my eyes and filled my lungs with fresh air and the smell of autumn. Nothing could be more relaxing or therapeutic. As the sun sinks onto the horizon the forest becomes still; the crickets and frogs begin their songs, the squirrels settle into their nests, and the turkeys return to the trees. All is calm.







up watching the University of Minnesota Golden Gophers. Playing for the Gophers was always a dream of Jake’s, but it all changed when news broke in 1999 that academic violations had occurred among the players. Amidst the controversy, Jake decided Iowa State would be a better fit and Ames, Iowa became his new home. “I knew I could come and play [at Iowa State] right away,” said Jake. “I wanted to come in and play, and Iowa State gave me the best opportunity to do that.” His parents are the first to say he wasn’t the most athletic player on the court, but his headstrong attitude made up for what he lacked elsewhere. That and his three-point shooting. His 270 career threes is the most in

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e put up 800 shots every day, a real gym junkie. No matter if rain was falling from the sky or snow or anything in between, Jake was out there. Basketball had always been his dream. Sold-out NBA arenas, teaming up with the best players in the world and taking his basketball ability to the next level like every young basketball player aspires to do. For former Cyclone basketball star Jake Sullivan, that dream bordered on reality until an unexpected injury caused it to veer out of his control. Rewind three years and Jake was a 6-foot-1-inch ISU freshman guard from Oakdale, Minn. Like many Minnesotans from the Twin Cities suburbs, Jake grew

points per game while shooting more than 42 percent from beyond the arc. Above all else, he was in control. Growing up, Jake wasn’t like a lot of kids his age. According to his mother, Jane Sullivan, when most kids his age were watching the Berenstain Bears or the Smurfs, Jake was catching up on all the current sports headlines. As early as his kindergarten days at Eagle Point Elementary in Oakdale, playing basketball was all he thought about. Even his early teachers caught on. “This child will be in the NBA,” his mother recalls Jake’s kindergarten teacher telling her. “He played ball; that’s what he did,” Jane added. Throughout middle and high school, he began playing for the Minnesota Magic AAU basketball team. Once he enrolled in high school, he took his talents to Howard Pulley, the Nike AAU team where players such as Harrison Barnes and Royce White played as well. After a successful high school career culminating in a nomination for Minnesota Mr. Basketball, Jake chose to further his playing time as Iowa State. Once again, Jake was in the driver’s seat. THE BEGINNING Cyclone history. The temperature flirted with zero degrees and No. 6 Kansas was in town. The Jayhawks came ready for a grudge match with No. 7 Iowa State in hopes of avenging the 77-70 Cyclone victory in Lawrence, Kan. earlier that month. But Jake had a different agenda. Six threes and 22 points later, Jake helped Iowa State complete the season sweep. “That’s the game that I really recognized that he was going to be able to compete at that level,” Jake’s father, Bill Sullivan said. To this day, his son’s performance that night still puts a smile on his face. Jake went on to produce NBA-caliber numbers during his four-year career at Iowa State. During that span, Jake averaged 14.7

Jake met his future wife, then Janel McVey, their freshman year of college in 2000. They began running into each other at the bus stop and just about everywhere else on the bustling campus. “It was laughable because we just felt like God kept putting us in these places where we were the only two there,” Janel, now Janel Sullivan, said with a laugh. Jake’s forward personality was a polar opposite from Janel’s shy and quiet demeanor. It comes as no surprise that Jake was the one to “start flirting first,” as Janel puts it, and by the spring semester, they were dating. As the relationship progressed, Jake and Janel began attending Cornerstone Church of Ames. Salt Company, an organization through Cornerstone where college students 37


gather on Thursday nights to profess their that we were going to watch him go down faith, also became a major influence in Jake’s on the court and not be able to get up,” Jake’s life. But he wanted more. father said. One fall Sunday in September 2008, the The injuries were always ankle-related. couple was sitting in church listening to a As any athlete knows, once an ankle gets presentation on Zambia, Africa. Cornerstone sprained or broken or anything in between, sponsored a children’s center there, where the odds of it happening again increase orphans could come and eat a free meal dramatically. En route to becoming one of every day and adults could receive the best guards to ever don the cardinal and pastoral teaching. gold, Jake’s ankle had slowly deteriorated any The clip was no more than three remaining tendons. minutes long, and it wasn’t pushing for Once his senior season rolled around, donations or service. Rather, Cornerstone Jake knew his basketball career was coming wanted to give its members an update on the to an end. Several surgeries on his ankle center’s progress. could only do so much and as a result, he At the time, Jake made the call to forgo and Janel had been a redshirt and play out En route to becoming married four years and his senior year. one of the best guards had two children of At the same their own, JJ, now 6, time, Janel says Jake’s to ever don the cardinal and Jayla, now 4. But longtime battle with and gold, Jake’s ankle had obsessive-compulsive something hit Janel slowly deteriorated any while she was watching disorder was flaring up, the video, and the tears inadvertently helping remaining tendons. began running down them grow closer to her face. each other. “I literally thought I was crazy, because “I saw him in a more vulnerable way, but nothing like this had ever happened to me he’d always been the strong one, so I saw before,” Janel says. those little pieces of his personality. I think As the two of them were leaving when the layers come off and you start really Cornerstone’s 1,500-seat auditorium, Jake seeing a genuineness in people, that of course was just as surprised as his wife. is going to drive you closer,” Janel said. “I’m thinking ‘Oh my gosh, what did I While it was at a high point during this do, what did I say, what was I looking at?’” time, obsessive compulsive disorder, or OCD, Jake said with a chuckle. had been something Jake had battled since Janel felt they were supposed to adopt. his youth. An anxiety disorder which includes Adoption hadn’t even crossed their minds undesired thoughts, uneasiness, fear, or worry, prior to that day at church, but that didn’t OCD is known for producing repetitive matter. A couple days later, Jake and Janel behaviors, or compulsions, aimed at reducing began looking into the process of adopting those obsessive feelings. “I always knew there and sent the $25,000 to the adoption agency was something different, I just never knew to start the process. A new chapter of their what it was,” Jake says. lives was about to begin. Just before his senior year of high school, Jake was diagnosed with the anxiety LOSING CONTROL disorder. His doctors had him on maximum medication, but even that couldn’t stop When Jake was finishing up his career at the urges. From his counting routine every Iowa State in 2004, injuries started to take a time he encountered a 90-degree angle to toll on his body. the necessity to pick up any shard of white“At some point in time, I was concerned

colored paper around, OCD was a major factor in Jake’s life. “I could be having a conversation with you and pick up every piece of white paper around us and you would never know,” Jake recalls. Jake still managed to average more than 14 points per game and connected on 38 percent of his three-pointers during his final year as a Cyclone. When it came time to hang up the shoes at season’s end, he went in for one more surgery. But it was too late. “[The ankle] was just too shredded,” Jane says. Jake’s surgeon was Dr. Thomas Greenwald, the head orthopedic surgeon at Mary Greeley Medical Center in Ames. As he came out to speak with the family, Jane, Bill and Janel were all eager to hear what news the man in the white coat had for them. “His surgeon came out and told my husband and I and [ Janel] that he couldn’t fix it and if he doesn’t fix it, he can’t play basketball,” Jane said. The three of them sat in the waiting room and made the decision that the surgeon would close up Jake’s ankle. Jake’s dream of playing in the NBA throughout his childhood ended at Mary Greeley. For one of the first times in his life, Jake didn’t have control. But he would never lose the basketball, or faith, inside him. START OF SOMETHING NEW Growing up playing for Minnesota AAU programs such as Howard Pulley and Minnesota Magic, Jake faced serious competition. He didn’t realize until later, though, that not all states are created AAU-equal until he came to Iowa and started All Iowa Attack with Dickson Jensen in 2004. “I realized Iowa was probably 8 or 10 years behind maybe a state like Minnesota in terms of development and youth basketball and organizations and opportunities,” Jake said. Before All Iowa Attack, there were no similar youth basketball organizations in

Iowa for ages of 8-18 that gave players a chance to play at the highest level. The organization started out in 2004 as a couple teams and has grown to 17 boys and girls teams from grades 3 through 11. But in 2008, Jake decided it was time for a change. With that, Kingdom Hoops was born. “I felt that God was calling me to do something different and really become an organization that was not only about basketball but was really about Christ and what he had done in my life,” Jake said. The idea was to get closer to the inner city and become not only an organization that groomed better basketball players, but better leaders and Christians as well. But with starting an organization from the ground up comes a lot of uncertainty. Janel said that was the toughest part. “There were so many unknowns and we really had to learn how to rely on God through that. We couldn’t fall back on people anymore,” she said. Kingdom Hoops began renting out an indoor basketball complex off SE Delaware Avenue in Ankeny. The multiple-court location provided a place for players to attend camps, practice with their teams and receive one-on-one instruction from Jake and Drake alum Ryan Sears. Ultimately, the organization grew much faster than expected and at one point was composed of 450 kids. This led to Jake and his team deciding to shrink the organization down to 250 to ensure Kingdom Hoops provided more than just a place to practice. “We wanted to know every kid, every family,” Jake said. GO BIG OR GO HOME When it comes to anything Jake does in life, he’s never settled for anything less than the best. “He does nothing little. He does everything big,” his mom says confidently. For him, just creating a Christian basketball organization wasn’t enough. On that September 2008 day when Janel felt they were being called to adopt from 39


Africa, the couple could have pushed it off Medical Association to build amenities such and kept on with their everyday life. But as an orphanage, new medical clinic and new that’s not what Jake does. classrooms that extend beyond the basketball Two years later, the Sullivans were in the court. Before they knew it, Kingdom Hoops city of Larteh, Ghana, adopting their son had become Kingdom Cares International, Justice, now 10. While there, Jake developed a non-profit religious charity organization the idea to start a basketball program as a focused on mission work in West Africa. way to keep them coming back. Jake soon “Nothing was necessarily planned, it was realized, however, that a place to shoot hoops just like ‘OK, God, you’re calling me and I’m was the least of the villagers’ concerns. going to follow,’ and we just kind of made “It was a great idea, it was a very changes as time’s gone on,” Jake said. Americanized idea at the time, but when we It’s no secret that Ghana, isn’t the only actually got over there, we just tried to meet country in need of help. It’s also no surprise basic needs,” Jake explained. this isn’t the end of the road for Kingdom When he was visiting the village of Hoops and Kingdom Asikuma, the villagers asked Jake to look at Cares International. a young boy’s arm, in hopes he would be able On the South Sudanese and Ethiopian to provide a cure. border lies a town called “What am I Jikow that is currently “... the thing I’ve learned going to tell him?” facing a major epidemic. about ministry work is Jake thought. Of the entire Jikow adult you’ve got to really trust The boy had community, 50 percent suffered a compound where God is leading you suffer from AIDS. Poor fracture. The injury location limits most and what he’s doing in was so severe the bone organizations from being your life and a lot of it you able to help. was jutting out of his skin and infection “You’re talking don’t have control over.” had taken over the about one of the most -Jake Sullivan whole arm. dangerous places in the “How long has it been like this?” Jake world,” Jake says. asked the boy. The idea to help came from a mom “A year and a half,” he replied. in the Kingdom Hoops organization. A Jake said there’s another 25 stories Jikow native herself, she asked Jake and the like this. Kingdom Hoops staff to help. The project The basketball complex was quickly is still in its early stages, but Jake said in pushed aside and Jake and Janel quickly addition to working on improving the AIDS began working on raising money to get the issue, the group plans to build an orphanage, boy medical assistance. Jake sent an email school, church and medical clinics. out to the Kingdom Hoops families and Jake plans to go to Jikow in the summer told the story of the boy and how he needed of 2013 to work. Without having been there help. Within an hour and a half, the $4,000 to see the situation firsthand, the uncertainty needed had already been raised. that loomed before the couple’s first trip to Since then, Kingdom Hoops has raised Africa is back. between $300,000 and $350,000 with the But this time, Jake is eager to continue help of Cornerstone Church of Ames, Living to grow Kingdom Hoops International and Word Fellowship in Knoxville, Iowa, and spread his faith to another new location. individual donors. “Who knows what that’s going to look In addition, Jake and Janel were able to like over the next couple years? But hopefully partner with CompAfricare and the Ghana we’ll build some pretty cool stuff,” he said.

Jake Sullivan and his family, from left: JJ, 6, Janel holding Jasara, 2, Jake, Justice, 10, Jayla, 4, and Jennifer, 5.

Just a few months ago, Jake and Janel brought home two new additions to their family. With the help of CompAfricare and Adoption Advocates International, the couple was able to adopt two half-sisters from the Kwahu Orphanage: Jasara, 2, and Jennifer, 5. What was once a family of four has turned into a party of seven. Even though his playing days are long gone, Jake still uses what he learned playing the game he loved to help him do something he loves. He always expected the best from himself on the basketball court, and learning how to make mistakes played an essential role in his success. “The thing that basketball taught me the most in terms of running an organization and coaching youth and doing these different things is you’re going to fail,” Jake says. “There were always bumps in the road with good individuals you played against or times you’d fail and stumble and pick yourself back, up but the thing I’ve learned about ministry work is you’ve got to really trust where God

is leading you and what he’s doing in your life and a lot of it you don’t have control over.” Because faith became an influential part in Jake’s life once he got to college, he said it wouldn’t have changed had he gone to the NBA, overseas or anywhere else. Nevertheless, the demanding schedule of a professional athlete likely would not have left enough time to adopt three children from Africa or start a Christian basketball organization and non-profit either. Considering all of those positives came out of an ankle that couldn’t be repaired, Jake says it was a blessing in disguise. “We plan to do all this stuff and usually God leads us down a completely different plan that we would have never seen coming,” Jake said. “From the ankle injury to the split with All Iowa Attack to now the move to a new facility, all of these things that have happened, no one necessarily planned it. It’s just happened.”





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ow many times have Iowa State fans heard that in the last few years? Year after year, anyone who represents the cardinal and gold gets fed that line of BS leading up to the Cy-Hawk football game. From a historical standpoint, it’s understandable to favor the Hawkeyes. They lead the series 39-21 after Iowa State’s win this year at Kinnick. But since 1998, the Cyclones lead the series 9-6 and have won the last two. But Kirk Ferentz is so much better of a coach than Paul Rhoads. Is he? I’m guessing you didn’t know Ferentz’s record against Iowa State is 6–8. Or you didn’t if you were guessing according to Vegas’ odds each year. They pegged Iowa the favorite 12 out of the 14 times. Rhoads is batting .500 in the series right now after winning the last two. In the past two seasons, both coaches have nearly identical records, Ferentz: 11–14, and Rhoads: 12–13 (as of Nov. 23). According to a article from Nov. 2, 2012, Ferentz receives an annual salary of $3.7 million per year, while Rhoads makes $1.4 million. That makes Ferentz the No. 5 highest-paid coach in the country. How good are the four coaches in front of Ferentz? Well let’s just say they’ve got seven BCS National Titles between them. And what about Les Miles, the coach one spot behind Ferentz? He’s got a Championship ring, too. Who cares if Ferentz is paid more than Rhoads. Iowa plays in the Big Ten, which is much better than the Big 12. Maybe the Big Ten is the better conference, if by better, you meant incredibly cliche division names. Because the Legends and Leaders divisions have the upper hand in that department over the Big 12 North and South. The Big 12 boasts some of the best teams in the country every year. Four teams are ranked in the BCS top-25 as of Nov. 23. The Big Ten’s highest BCS-ranked team is Nebraska coming in at No. 14. In case you’ve

forgotten, Nebraska was in the Big 12 only two years ago. This is the biggest game Iowa State plays all year. Right, because Iowa State doesn’t have the chance to play BCS title contenders every single year. And, of course, the Cyclones are never included on lists of the toughest schedules in the nation. Did you forget about the Oklahoma State game last year? Iowa State upset the No. 2 team in the nation in overtime and spoiled what chance they had at a national title. Leading up to this year’s game it was well-known that every time an OSU player thought he was done lifting, a fellow player would say “Iowa State” and he would do 10 more reps. The Cyclones get multiple chances to upset top-ranked teams every year. They almost did again at Jack Trice at the “Farmageddon” game against Kansas State, coming up one drive short of winning. They get up for this game way more than Iowa does. Wait, wait, wait. What? You’re going to try and tell me that a collegiate athlete “tries harder” or “wants it more” than another team, let alone for an in-state rivalry game? That sounds like something Skip Bayless would say. Just stop. I don’t think a Cy-Hawk game was ever decided by one team “trying harder” or “wanting it more” than the other team. If you want to talk about another team scheming or executing better, then you have my attention. Until then, your words fall on deaf ears. The bottom line is that Iowa State isn’t Iowa’s whipping boy anymore. Rhoads and co. have established an atmosphere that has these young men buying in and believing that not only can they win, but they should.






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For those of you still reading, you should consider either running for GSB or visiting the counseling center, as there’s clearly something wrong with you. Your persistence/insanity will be rewarded with some actually exciting news, though! You may remember from a while ago that GSB is working with CyRide to install GPS tracking technology, letting you find the exact time the next bus will be at your stop, whether you’re standing in a shelter on the schedule or the sketchy stop outside your apartment. We’re working on getting the new technology incorporated with Google Maps and the MyState app we partnered with the College of

“DO YOU SEE THINGS ON CAMPUS THAT YOU’D LIKE CHANGED, OR THINGS THAT WE DON’T HAVE THAT WE SHOULD? TELL US!” Our biggest project right now is working with faculty to improve education for students. Do you know what happens to your professor evaluations at the end of the semester? How many of your classes use mid-semester feedback? Which classes best utilize textbooks? We don’t know either! We’re working to make sure that we as students have a say in our education since, you know, we’re paying for it. We’re also working to revise the Dead Week Policy into a policy. Yep, it’s not actually a policy–it’s officially a “guideline” that faculty should consider maybe following if they want. Unless you’re a student–students are banned from any official meetings during Dead Week, while professors are told it’s a normal week.

Engineering to build, letting you find your way around Ames and campus without going the full freshman and walking around with a map. These are just a few of the things we’re working on. You can find a full list on the GSB website (www.gsb.iastate. edu). Do you see things on campus that you’d like changed, or things that we don’t have that we should? TELL US! We work for you, and if you want to see something done, we’re here to make it happen. Send us an email (, come into our office, and let us know how we can help you!







Hey, brahs (that’s Bro, for “guys”)! The world’s supposed to end or something at the end of the year, right?* Yeah, it’s some Mayan prediction or something we read on some website back in middle school and decided we’d worry about it when it was the future. And now it’s the future. Damn. So, what are you going to do with your last month? Take a look through the lists we compiled for your apocalypse survival. It’s everything a guy could need to know, almost. Plus, it’s small enough to take with you when you leave when either: a) “The Walking Dead” is actually happening (Netflix it, now),

or, b) the sun is melting the world down to nothingness, or, c) the northern hemisphere is freezing and you have to move south, or, d) you have to have a conversation about sports with a Hawkeye. Take a second (if you have the time) to review our last-minute favorites, from the things you want to do but have never had the guts to do, to the things you can’t live without (literally). Sure you could watch that movie with John Cusack (we looked it up and it’s called “2012”), but we doubt anyone’s really figured out how to survive something like that on our campus. Not this way.

THE SKINNY Do things you’ve always wanted to do! You could even fight off the apocalyptic fires with a dip in the MU fountain. Nothing says, “It’s the end of the world!” like a naked dip in a public fountain.**** Look at them–they’re having the time of their lives!



SIRVIVAL PACK **The obvious… That girl who hunts on page 30 Flask Lighter Matches Beer Flashlight Beer Pocket Knife Clean underwear Flippy-floppies (in case it floods) The swans Google Protein bars Something with water Toothbrush Anything at all that will save you Beer

*One of our buddies just told us that the Mayans or whoever it was apparently made some mistake and the world’s not going to end this year. Nice! Hopefully you didn’t jump the gun on fountain time with your best dude***, but we still have your back if you did.

**Some things you can probably leave behind: condoms (just kidding, that’s the apocalypse stupids talking; always be safe; plus, you might need ‘em), and that’s about it. You’ll probably figure it out as your survival journey goes on, or doesn’t.

***Best fountain time, ever.

****In real life, do not do this under any circumstances. We have no idea what we’re talking about.


SIR Magazine Issue 2 Fall 2012  

Fall 2012 | Volume 02// Issue 02

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